AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Café L’Incontro…

Friday Forgotten #2
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Poetry Pantry #53
Café L’Incontro…
Surfing the colours of Swanston Street
With the eyes…
Civilized delights…
Brewed in heaven…
A sensual Mardi Gras…
Tantalising
The froth of a lonely cappuccino…

The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I wore deep sapphire blue…

Café L’Incontro is pleased to present…
Sirocco…
Quiksilver…
Paul Bram Diamonds…
Ice…

But the eyes dwelled on a thought…
Passing…
“Laverton or London” is the question…
Passing on a clanking tram roof…
The answer murmured close by…
“I must see Last Samurai again…
Sheer bravery…almost overwhelming…”


I gathered he was a struggling musician…
Struggling to survive his vision…

So I thought I was watching reality…
But reality was watching me…

Tiny dull tinctured linnets…
Nervously scanned the space between the cup
And croissant crumbs…
There were just three…
Till one intrepid soul dared to meet my world…
I smiled as he feasted…
Briefly he eyed the manna...
But his gaze lingered with me…

Very still…I stayed very still…
Only the eyes noticed…
More reality was watching me…

The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I’m glad I wore deep sapphire blue…
~

NOTE: Swanston Street is in the heart of the city of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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4 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I enjoyed this! It very much deserved another showing. I klike how she went from watcher to being watched, and just (to me) the whole rather pleasantly foreign atmosphere.

The Friday Forgotten said...

Thank you for visiting The Friday Forgotten and linking your post. Your imagination and creativity should never lie dusty in a dark corner of your blog. We are happy to help clear away the cobwebs.

The repetition of:
The walkers were mainly in black and white…
But I’m glad I wore deep sapphire blue…
Was well placed and almost perfect if you ask. The image you put in my head of the blue dress stuck with me so much I even went back and read it again before finishing the poem. Well written. I almost thought it was about New Orleans in the beginning.

Anonymous said...

awesome.

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